the gift of sight

Sight.
Clarity.
Endless Vision.

I remember the first time I actually was conscious of sight. I was seven or eight sitting on the school bus thinking, taking in the feeling of being conscious of sight. The way the radiant sun reflected off the seats, the shadows on each smiling face, the sharpness of every detail. The world was busy doing it's own thing just as it always has been and will continue on. Just thinking about sight and the ability to see made everything seem that much more clear (sorta like pain... it hurts so much more when you think about it). Before my psychology class, I never knew about our blind spots, and some of the limitations in sight. It's amazing how the brain interprets what it receives from both eyes.

Why am I writing about this? I had been looking through old photographs, at the detail or lack there of. What makes a good photograph? How do I really capture what I see on film? At the same time, there are distortions and limitations that with our current technology we cannot fix but even if I could fix it, I rather like the distortion.